There's a red briar, in my garden Dressed in fruit she carries but once a year There's a changeling, in my cradle With a phantom laughter and pointed ear There's a black crow, at my window With the hollow eyes of a seer – oh! Tell me, do you know the Witch in the Wood? Come Robin, tell me - have you seen the Witch in the Wood? I've a stable, by the old tree, And her walls of spiderthorn tangle my hair There's an ocean, in my cauldron And the earth's belly is aching for more There's a piper, on our hillside If you won't follow I'm going alone – oh! Tell me, how to find the Witch in the Wood... Come plover, show me – if I am the Witch in the Wood: Oh seer, you'll wake the witch in my blood! For I am, mother, oh I am the Witch in the Wood